You wrote:
“Hay bud, what part of I’m not going to play your game don’t you understand?”
This isn’t a game, but it is a major embarrassment for you to fail so badly in any case.
“I did love Uncle Remus’ tarbaby though.”
I did love your complete inability to answer the questions I put before you.
“Catholicism? There I have answered one of your questions.”
No, you have not. What you did was give me an example of what you believe to be a sect. I asked you, “Are you sure you know what a sect is?” Even when you think you’re being clever, you fail.
“You already know the answers.”
What is most important is that you are largely predictable.
“It’s been fun, but now I’m bored of the repetition.”
Yes, your continued failures are certainly a “repetition”.
“PS—I discovered I didn’t need any more manure, but went to the farmers market anyway. Had some ice cream made by some local people. It’s the best there is.”
And failure on your part will continue. It’s all you can do.
So?